The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....T. Bensley, 1800 |
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Sayfa 26
... ISAB . ] You are wel- come : What's your will ? Ifab . I am a woeful fuitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . your fuit ? Ang . Well ; what's Ifab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most defire fhould meet ...
... ISAB . ] You are wel- come : What's your will ? Ifab . I am a woeful fuitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . your fuit ? Ang . Well ; what's Ifab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most defire fhould meet ...
Sayfa 38
... Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me , That he fhall die for it . Ang . He shall not , Ifabel , if you give me love . Ifab . I know , your virtue hath a licence in't , Which feems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on ...
... Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me , That he fhall die for it . Ang . He shall not , Ifabel , if you give me love . Ifab . I know , your virtue hath a licence in't , Which feems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on ...
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Sayfa 60 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...